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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2006 1:45:51 GMT -5
Nancy Renforth pulled up in front of Club Penumbra on the corner of 5th Avenue and Yesler Way, Downtown Seatle. The jaunt over from her flat, took only a few minutes. Climbing out of the Volkswagon Elektro, Nancy smoothed her mid thigh tres chix skirt back down, glancing briefly at her image in the reflection of the subconpacts. My pistol mars the image, she thinks to herself frowning slightly.
Turning, Nancy notices the valet coming towards her. The tall well dressed elf smirks as she hands him the keys. "Nice car...Ma'am..." Nancy turns what she thinks is a withering stare at the man but he is already climbing in. "I'll take GOOD care of it..." she hears as the door slams and motor starts. She watches slightly helplessly as her car is driven off to parts unknown.
Looking around somewhat foolishly, as another vehicle takes the vacated space, Nancy pulls her leather coat down a bit further, covering the top 3/4s of the hip holster clashing with her fashion statement. Turning and jogging lightly up the stairs, she joins the que of people waiting to enter the popular club.
As she waits, she goes over in her mind what Constantine told her about it.
...Club Penumbra is the shadow-club in Seattle, one of the oldest and most respected in the metroplex. The moon-surface floor and star-covered black walls haven't changed much in twenty years, though the state-of-the-art trideo and laser effects are constantly updated. The club’s private booths are popular for meets between shadowrunners and with prospective Johnsons. Penumbra draws a mixed crowd of Asians, Anglos and Natives on most nights. The music is almost always canned, run along with the light show by a techno-DJ, but includes popular dance hits and hard rock, and is always loud enough to mask any conversation.
As the line shortens in front of her, Nancy again feels the butterflies starting to gather, right about where her stomach would be...Stay calm. Stay cool. Act like a professional. What would Johnny Starbucks, the Shadowrunner off the series do here?...He'd play it cool, tip the doorman on the way in, and make a wisecrack on the way by...
Gathering her nerve and palming a 20 nuyen note, Nancy stepped up to the cordoned off area as the well dressed doorman waves her forward.
Extending her hand in a feminine gesture asking for help up the last two steps garners her the desired result. The doorman smiles and extends his hand, taking hers and looks only a little surprised as the currency changes hands. Probably sees hundreds of women better looking than me every week she thinks to herself as she sashays up the the second bouncer standing just behind the first. Tapping her hip holster with his hand held magnetic detector, he throws a thumb at the sign on the wall behind him. ALL HARDWARE MUST BE CHECKED!! the sign says. Nodding mutely, Nancy suffers thru the mostly cursory pass of the mag-detector.
"The second one, I'll let you keep, provided you dont cause trouble..." he whispers as his head nears hers while sweeping her boots with the detection wand. "Thanks, and I won't..." she quickly whispers back. The bouncer steps back and turns to the next person to be checked.
Turning back the the bouncer at the rope, Nancy smiles her best smile and runs a finger down his finely tailored sleeve..."You're doing a simply magnificent bog..." she says coyly. He raises his eyebrow as she mentally slaps her forehead. She feels the blood rising in her face and turns quickly away, seeking refuge in the darker interior....
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2006 14:53:36 GMT -5
Could you be any more stupid? she mentally challenges herself as she checks her sidearm, holster and all at the gun check just inside the door, before moving into the club proper. Squinting thru the darkness she sees the moon-surface floor covered with party-goers and the area in front of the main bars crowded with people. The music is loud and pounding, and she unconsciously begins to tap the fingers of her left hand against her thigh in rhythm. Beyond the dancers and throng gathered by the bar she sees the private booths. Her heart begins to pound as she thinks of the kinds of people stirring in the booths. Dark, secretive people, the kind that don't want attention...Shadow people!!!
Slow down there girl...she thinks to herself, its probably just a bunch of party-goers that want to be able to talk amongst themselves away from the music a bit. I can't hardly hear myself think....
Moving away from the door, Nancy makes her way thru the throng in front of one of the bars, obtaining for herself a tidy cocktail, and moved to one side, exchanging glances with a couple of tall, handsome fellows, one an Elf, and the other a human. The elf smiled a beatific smile and she immediately flushed, looking away.
Fishing in her coat pocket for her pocket secretary, Nancy pulled it out to confirm the instructions that Constantine had given her. ...go to the fourth booth to the left of the V-J stand. There will be a small red light on above and to the left of the booth. Address whoever is in the booth as Mr. or Ms. Johnson and don't give'em your real name. Don't forget to get a down payment as well, on whatever the job is. And get as much info as you can, so your hook doesn't get dropped in the drek!!
Always good advice... she thought to herself, as she re-pocketed the P-Sec. Glancing around to orient herself, she noticed the elf from earlier, still watching her. Resolving to not let his stare bother her, she flipped her short shoulder length hair in a - you are beneath my notice-flick, and located the booth in question. Trying to move gracefully and with more confidence than she felt, she couldn't help thinking to herself, Drek, he was GORGEOUS...
As Nancy approached the booth, an oriental man of undetermined ancestry, but perhaps from mainland China, stood and nodded to her, waving her to the seat he had just vacated. As she stepped to the booth, Nancy noticed the little red light went out. Seating herself, Nancy took stock of the two others seated in the booth....
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2006 1:36:35 GMT -5
OOC anyone wanna freeform it here for a bit? all are welcome...Fatman? Krause? Eon? i hear rumors of some newbie toons with your touches on them...Johnson? anyone? anyone?
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Post by Xenomarch on Feb 1, 2006 19:50:27 GMT -5
Hiro Sitting across from Nancy: As the Gaijin sat down Hiro studied her, secure in the knowledge that his Samurai could handle any threat she might pose. "You are the one known as The....?" It is apparent that he awaits a reply.
Watanabe sitting to Hiro's left: Who is this slitch that radiates such power? Will I be forced to end her life tonight? Her choice. Regardless; the watcher kami indicated she was alone and physically unarmed. Maybe I will be lucky and she will know her place?
Wind Tyger, standing with his back to the booth: ... Destroy all who interfere ... That is what Hiro said ... Watanabe said to keep Hiro "safe" ...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2006 21:18:32 GMT -5
"You can call me 'The Wizard'," Nancy replies, holding up a hand to forestall comment. "I know, wizards are usually male. But not this Wizard." Nancy seats herself opposite the Oriental gentlemen, in the place recently vacated by the bodyguard.
"Mr. Johnson??..." Nancy asks hesitantly, speaking to the man who had spoken to her...Settling herself into the comfortable booth, Nancy glances around, appraising the pair opposite her. Hmm, the talker seems to be in charge. That would make the silent one...another bodyguard? Magician of some sort? Shifting perceptions briefly under the guise of looking around nervously, she examines both the men opposite. The Johnson showed mostly bright, normal for a human.
The silent one to his left however, radiated power like a blast furnace radiates heat. Her mentor was stronger, but Nancy knew she didnt want to mess with this one. The presence of several unidentified talismans and fetishes, stashed out of plain sight were observed and noted. Probably a shaman. she thought to herself, returning her sight to normal.
Nodding politely to the silent Watanabe, a nod of respect, Nancy returned her attention to Mr. Johnson. "A...friend of mine told me that someone, you, obviously had need of someone, me, obviously, with certain talents. My talents are varied, so perhaps you could enlighten me as to which skills I may best place at your disposal..."
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Post by Xenomarch on Feb 3, 2006 0:24:07 GMT -5
"Before I get to the meat of my business, I wish to know what you know about this person" Hiro appears to gaze off a moment, then he will slide over a pocket computer. Currently displayed is a vidpic of a middle aged human female, dressed like a conservitive newscaster. Under the pic is the KSTV-134 logo and the name Sharon Guillifore.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2006 0:50:27 GMT -5
"Sharon Guillifore? Isn't she the head reporter for that station? I've seen some of her work on the Trideo. Indepth and detailed. She works hard on finding the truth...But I don't usually watch that station. I prefer Channel 513, for my local news..."
Turning the computer back to the Johnson, Nancy continues..."Why?..."
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Post by Xenomarch on Feb 3, 2006 22:30:15 GMT -5
Hiro: "When Ms. Guillifore decided to investigate an associate of mine, she started to dig in some dangerous territory. Now, I, personally have no animosity concerning her, but my associate would rather she not find out about certain projects and his connections to them. What I want you to do is put her on another track. Give her something more... Juicy, I believe is the word reporters use. The method is up to you. Take this assignment and I will pay you ¥5,000. Complete this assignment in 48 hours and I will have ¥25,000 delivered to you. Complete it after 48 hours but before 96 hours and I will have ¥10,000 delivered to you. After 96 hours it will be too late to save Ms. Guillifore's life."
Wind Tyger will bend down and speak softly to Watanabe.
Watanabe: "The Wizard is it? It seems that if you wish to start now, Ms. Guillifore has just entered the establishment
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2006 0:26:30 GMT -5
"Well..." Nancy pauses a moment to consider..."I am going to need a bit more information...Like who your friend is, so that I might direct Ms. Guillifore away from him or her, and whatever projects and connections he or she might have..."
Nancy sits up in the chair and looks towards the door where the flashing lights reveal Ms. Guillifore descending the stairs into the main room, accompanied by a small retinue of people. They cross the bar proper and make their way to a booth several tables down from where Nancy and the Johnson currently sit. Her retinue consists of 2 human females, both dressed in the latest fashion and giggling like school girls, a smallish ork who looks extremely uncomfortable in the bar, and a tall dark haired Elven chap, sporting the latest tres chix business suit.
"Also, I would like to clarify. You want her distracted for the next, what? Three to four days? Or you want her to not investigate your friend at all?" Nancy continues to watch the group in the semidarkness of the booth area...
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Post by Xenomarch on Feb 4, 2006 2:57:01 GMT -5
Watanabe: "If you are unable to find out what she is working on currently and then change that, then we have come to the wrong person. As to for how long...." He turns and looks at Hiro.
Hiro: "The longer the better. You will be paid or not in 96 hours. Will you take the assignment?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2006 18:46:00 GMT -5
"So, you want her investigation delayed, preferably indefinitely...your 'friend' can absolve himself of any incriminating associations...got it... Fine, I will take the job, but I'll need an advance." I almost forgot what Constantine told me. Get the money first... Nancy shakes her head in annoyance with herself.
How the drek am I going to find out what Guillifore is working on? Maybe Malcolm can help me out there...And what am I going to divert her with? Drek, drek, drek... Nancy comes back to reality and realizes that Hiro had said something to her...With an extremely blank look on her face, she asks "What?"
Watanabe and Hiro exchange glances and Hiro pushes the credstick reader that he had produced from somewhere while she was day dreaming. Flushing slightly, she produced the empty certified credstick that Constantine had provided for her. Stupid, stupid, stupid...You are supposed to be acting like a PROFESSIONAL!!! Drek.
Slotting the credstick, Hiro transfered 5000 nuyen to her credstick.
"I hope we will not be disappointed..." he stated matter of factly. His companion merely raised an eyebrow.
"No, no you won't..." Nancy replied bruskly. "We done here? How do i get ahold of you?" Hiro slid over the chip with the trideo feed on Guillifore. "There is contact information on there...Wind Tyger will see you off."
Recognizing a dismissal when she heard it, Nancy stood, as the standing bodyguard turned to usher her away. Moving to the bar, she ordered and downed a couple of quick shots, the burn of the alcohal cleansing the embarrassment away.
What am I going to do? she muttered to herself. Drek, I can't think in here. I need to get out of here for a bit.
Nancy looked over her shoulder towards Guillifore and her group, but they looked to be settling in for a long stay. Deciding quickly, Nancy headed for the door, stopping only to re-aquire her sidearm. Outside on the street, the same smirking elven valet greeted her with a large smirk.
"Oh right. You're the lady with the NICE car. I'll have someone bring that around for you..." Moving away, he joins two other valets speaking below her ability to hear. They look at her, all with large grins on their faces, and the elf chuckles. They all laugh and one of them grabs a set of keys, hers by the look of them, and moves off around the corner of the club.
Nancy can feel the heat rising in her neck once again as she quickly looks away from the valets. "Drekheads..." she curses quietly, startling an older woman getting out of a Toyota Elite, who stares at Nancy for a moment before moving past her quickly.
Nancy's Elektro is brought around shortly, but it is not shortly enough for her. She can feel the heat right up to her eyebrows and knows her face is red with embarrassment. Several others nearing the club entrance and standing in line laugh and point, as she climbs in behind the wheel.
Furious at being embarrassed by a valet, she slams down the accelerator but the car responds with its usual putt putt putt...and she wheels away from the club entrance..."DREK!!" She shouts somewhat more loudly, now that she is alone in her car. "That is never going to happen to me again!!!" She promises to herself...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2006 21:13:46 GMT -5
Pulling over a couple blocks down, Nancy shuts off the car and breathes deeply for a few minutes. Think damn it, think. What are you going to do? she mutters to herself. Tapping her fingers on her steering wheel, she looks in the mirror, considering the club she just left. They are probably going to be there a while...hmmm, a quick stop at home for a change of clothes and some gear and off I go.
With a glance over her shoulder, Nancy heads off home, to aquire some more appropriate 'working gear', coveralls and a tool kit. Tucking her range pistol away into its box, Nancy redons her shoulderholster and tucks the knife into the tool kit. Making sure her dataline tap is in her toolkit, she jogs down the stairs and re-enters her car.
Twenty minutes later, Nancy pulls up in front of KSTV-134 news station. The Trideo said this was the building...26th floor and the brief data search Nancy had done revealed that Mrs. Guilliford had one of the corner offices, A priviledge she had earned. Nancy thought to herself. This woman usually gets what she wants... Nancy mused as she looked over the floor plan of the place she had garnered off of their virtual tour online. N.E. corner. Got it.
Climbing out of the car which she parked close to the front entrance, Nancy went inside, pulling the cap low over her eyes. Pausing at the glass doors into the building, she muttered to herself briefly before looking into the mirrored glass in the streetlights. Now she looked a bit different. Not significantly, but enough to disguise her features...
Entering thru the revolving door, she sauntered up to the large desk that was the central feature of the large lobby. Beyond the desk was the bank of elevators, a camera in the back corner spoke of a fairly high level of security. Behind the desk sat a middle-aged human security guard. The guard stood up as she approached, adjusting his gun belt with standard issue L36 colt.
"...Can I help you miss?" he asked as Nancy clunked her toolbelt on the desk...
"Yah, bub. I got a call to come and fix some loose wires on a dataterm on the 26th floor..." she says, pulling out her P-sec. "An S. Guillifore's office..." she pretends to read off the hand held computer. Pocketing the P-sec again she smiles a tired smile at the confused looking guard behind the counter. He taps a few keys and looks up.
"I am sorry miss, I dont have anything noted on my logs...Are you sure you have the right place?"
"DREK!!" she says loudly, then looks sheepish as she realizes she just swore infront of the guard. "Hold on...." She turns away slightly and opens up her wrist watch, dialing a couple numbers, making sure that the guard cant see her vid-screen.
"...Yah, Harvey?" She improvises, speaking to the blank screen, "...The guard here says he doesn't have a record of it...Look omae, I really want to go home. Its been a fragged up day as it is...It's late...I know you SAY you need it done, but come on. I was supposed to be done hours ago...Fine!!!" Closing the screen again, she turns back to the guard.
"Look my boss is really on my case this week...couldnt you check again for me? He said that the person called at the last minute. I was on my way home for drek sake...It wont take long, I promise. But my boss will have my butt if I dont get this done. He said this company," She pulls out her P-sec again, glancing at it briefly before putting it back, "KSTV, is a really important client...."
As the guard turns back to double check the computer, Nancy pulls out a pair of work gloves to cover her muttering and slight finger nimbleness... A little sympathy here would be good...Mob mood it is...Her fingers go to her head as the magic passing from her to the guard makes her head ache lightly...
The guardsman turns in time to see her rub her temple slightly and a look of sympathy crosses his face. "Okay, look, I really shouldnt be doing this," he looks around quickly, "but it seems like you've had a rough day...So go on up...Take the first elevator on the right. It's the only one still on...I just need you to sign here..." he says handing her a light pen and pointing to the screen on the left of the desk that she didnt notice before.
Scribbling messily 'Janet Donatel', she hands back the light pen and grabs her toolbag, slinging it over her shoulder tiredly. "Thanks..." she says strolling off to the elevator...
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Post by Xenomarch on Feb 8, 2006 21:31:51 GMT -5
Poor girl.. the guardsman thinks as The Wizard got on the elevator.
As she ascends to the 26th floor the elevator stops at the 25th floor. Over the elevator PA, first static then "Hello, can you hear me? I'm called Mouse. I have been hired to assist you in any way I can. I sent the building comp a stop call on 25th so you can avoid the Personal Assistant of the target. There now she is gone. She took the private 'vator to the garage. Going up. Welcome to the Drek."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2006 19:42:19 GMT -5
Note to self. Ask about who else is in on the job... Nancy nods at the security camera in the corner, then, when the elevator starts up again she moves to the door. As it opens, she peaks out into the hallway. Stopping the door from closing with her foot, she quickly digs in her bag for her pocket secretary. Typing quickly on the screen she holds it up to the security camera.
HOW DO I TALK TO YOU? reads the screen. After holding it there for a couple seconds she closes the P-Sec and returns it to her bag, removing at the same time her micro-tranceiver. Holding up the receiving unit to the camera, she displays the frequency, then dons the gear, tucking the ear piece under her hair, and folding up the coverall collar to hide the throat mike. Then, slinging her bag over her shoulder once again, she moves out of the elevator down the left hand hallway.
She moves with a purposeful stride, just the way she had scene Robert Hardcase, the actor who played 'Mr. Johnson' on the Shadowrun series moved. Well she tried to walk like that. Like she belonged wherever she was, doing whatever it was she was doing. Glancing around as she moved, she did spot one person off down a side hallway, but he appeared to be the Janitor.
Moving quickly to the office of Ms. Guillifore, she was relieved to find the office door closed, but not locked. Drek, that woulda stopped me cold. she thought to herself as she quickly let herself in.
The office was nice!!! She slid herself into the luxurious chair behind the wrap-around desk. The desk was remarkably clean for a top reporter. Hell even her work desk at home was messier...Still. An organized office is the sign of an organized mind...Least thats what they say...
Poking her head under the desk, she quickly located the data plug from the desktop computer. Scrunching down under the desk with her kit bag, she traced the plug wire down behind the desk to where it accessed the wall, and therefore the Station LTG. It was well hidden behind the edge of the desk and further hidden behind a potted plant of some description. Flora and fauna were not her thing, and she pushed some of the hanging leaves out of her way.
Working quickly, she dug in her bag for the dataline tap and electronics kit. It was only a few minutes and she was done. The dataline tap ready light blinked red for a moment then switched to green, transmitting data to an Matrix location, she had set up earlier.
"...You there?..." a voice speaks in her ear, and she jumps, banging her head hard on the desk above her, adding the the growing headache caused by casting the spell on the guard earlier.
"Mouse?" she replied, climbing out from under the desk rubbing the small lump forming on her head.
"Yah, what is your plan?" the quiet voice speaks in her ear.
"Well, I was planning on tapping her computer to see if I could discover what it is she is working on. The computer seems to be passworded from here," she says as she dons a pair of work gloves then touches the monitor to activate the desktop. "however I am sure you could find out what is on here, could you not?"
"Affirmative. I am accessing now. The search will take some time, as there appears to be a lot of material here. Head back down. Tell the guard at the station that the client dislodged his dataplug and you simply plugged it back in. Make sure you act disapproving of that..." the voice speaks to her as though from thin air.
"Alright Omae, its all you. I was going to check in her calendar to begin with, but you sound like you know what you are doing." Collecting her gear and wiping anything she may have touched on the desk, she moves towards the door, looking to see if anything had changed by her presence. Stopping to wipe the door handle down, it occurs to her...Drek, need to invest in some sort of gloves. These work gloves are not going to cut it...
Leaving the gloves on, she moves back to the elevators, noting that the janitor was closer now, but working towards her with his back to her, mopping the floor. A wire hangs from the back of his skull where a small datajack is just visible above his collar. Drekkin chipheads... she thinks to herself as she punches the down button with her thumb...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2006 11:28:11 GMT -5
Nancy decends the elevator and as the doors open at the main lobby, she takes a deep breath before stepping out. Walking briskly over to the main desk, she thunks her bag down heavily on the counter. Looking annoyed, she asks bruskly "Oi, chummer? I need ta sign out now or somethin?"
The guard had seen her coming and a sad, friendly smile appeared on his face. "So? How'd it go?" he asks handing over the light pen to sign out with.
"Ah, stupid slitch knocked her dataplug loose. She coulda fixed it herself. Save me havin ta come all the way down here after hours..." Signing the same name as before with a scribble, Nancy shoulders her bag, and gives the guard a weary smile. "Thanks man, you've been really helpful." Turning with a wave, Nancy walked towards the doors, holding her breath slightly as she finally emerged from the main doors onto the noisy street. Walking away, Nancy waits til she is almost near her car before stepping into a doorway. Looking around, she sees no one in the immediate vicinity looking at her, and she drops her spell, returning her features to normal. Shaking out her hair, then returning the ball cap to her head, she opens the boot and dumps her bag into the car, before climbing in herself....
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